Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Something was wrong with Snape's expression and voice.

This is completely different from the Snape in Sherlock's impression who had a gloomy face all day long, as if someone owed him 25,000 to 80,000 yuan and he could never find a wife in his life!

His eyes were no longer gloomy and harsh, but full of hope.

Sherlock stared at him. He felt something was wrong with Snape like this. He frowned and asked.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me..." Snape actually laughed, "I'm very fine! Forrest! Thank you! Thank you very much!"

It's getting weirder and weirder.

Sherlock felt more and more frightened as he looked at Snape's smile, which was not a sneer at all, but a sinister smile, and was really happy and grateful.

"What do you want to do? Shouldn't we be thinking about how to go back now?"

"Go back?" Snape said softly. He and Sherlock looked at each other, "Why go back?"

"Are you planning to stay here forever?" Sherlock asked word for word.

"Why not?" Snape breathed relaxedly, "This is the best world for me! A world where she is still alive and I still have a chance to save her!"

Sherlock alertly heard the key points in Snape's words.

"'She'? Which she? You mean Harry's mother?"

"In 1977 she wasn't!"

Snape said flatly.

In an instant, Sherlock's mind was trying to figure out what this oily old guy wanted to do!

He remembered what Lupine had told him before.

The reason why Snape resented James so much at that time, apart from part of the reason for school violence, was that Harry's mother finally chose Harry's father instead of him!

After all, this guy wants to be a tauren now!

Turn yourself into Harry's dad!

Sherlock stared at him.

"You want to fuck Harry!"

Snape said irritably: "I told you, she is no one's mother now!"

"Shut up! Do you know the consequences of doing this!" Sherlock stared at him, "As a professor at Hogwarts, you should also know that time cannot be played with, nor can the history that has already happened. Be changed! All we can think about now is to find a way to return to our timeline, instead of staying here and letting you steal other people’s wives!”

"She is not anyone's mother or wife!" Snape suddenly roared, "What history! What time! Since I can come back here, it means that fate has given me this opportunity! I want to change everything! No one can stop me!"

Sherlock looked at Snape as if he were looking at an unreasonable madman.

"Then what were you doing in the past! A chance to come back? Snape, you should have read the records about time travelers. You know what happened to those who tried to change history. None of them had good luck. The ending! The past can no longer be changed. This is the law of the world! People should not live in the past. This time does not belong to us, because there is another pair of us living here. All we can do is change. Make a better future instead of being stuck in the damn past!”

Snape looked at him coldly.

"Of course you would say that, because you can't change anything anymore. Your mother was already dead at this time! You can't change anything, so you would say such a thing!"

Sherlock's face darkened.

Snape's words went too far. Even though Sherlock had no feelings for the original owner's mother, he was still angered by his words and he grabbed him by the collar.

"I say it again! We have to find a way to go back! If you were the only one here, no matter how you tried to commit suicide, I wouldn't care! But now I am here with you! If you did something that shouldn't be done If you do something! Then I will be implicated too!”

"Then why did you bring me to this time? It's fun to let me see hope but not let me pursue it!"

"You think I do! You have the nerve to say it yourself! You are a professor at Hogwarts, Harry's teacher! But what have you done? For your own personal grudges, and for revenge on Lupine and Sirius, you would rather let Lu Ping turned into a werewolf in front of them and didn't give him the wolfsbane potion! Even if you have the slightest responsibility as a teacher, you wouldn't do this!"

"What do you know! Do you know what they did to me in school!" Snape roared, "I not only want to take Lily back here! I also want to take revenge on them here! Let them know what regret is. !”

Sherlock finally couldn't bear it any longer, and he punched Snape hard in the face, knocking him to the ground!

Snape was stunned by this sudden move, and blood flowed from his nostrils uncontrollably.

Sherlock pushed him to the ground forcefully. Snape kept struggling, but he, a man who stayed in the basement all year round to study potions, could not be the opponent of Sherlock, who was young and strong and continued to exercise every day.

"Do you really think there is a regret medicine in this world!"

"Now is the time I can regret it!"

"The result will only get worse!" Sherlock gritted his teeth and punched Snape's face again, "If you really want to make up for it, the right thing to do is to be nicer to her son! Not like this Such cowardly regret!”

"You don't understand anything at all!"

"Yes! I don't understand! But I know that I have to go back to the original time!"

In less than a moment, Snape was beaten until his nose was filled with snot, tears and nosebleeds, all over his face.

Seeing Snape covering his head and no longer struggling to resist, Sherlock no longer wanted to wake him up.

He got off Snape panting. During the previous time travel, he cast spells continuously, and his actions now consumed his energy very quickly, making his body extremely tired.

Sherlock sat next to Snape. Snape covered his face with his hands, as if he had been beaten to death, motionless and without saying a word.

Both of them breathed heavily and were silent for a moment.

"Okay, let us both calm down." Sherlock said, relaxing his breathing.

Snape turned his head away, as if he didn't want to hear him.

"I know you have your demands." Sherlock looked at the floating white clouds in the sky and said, "Although I can't understand it, I can also support part of your ideas. For example, let you first talk to Harry in this world. Let’s meet mom.”

"Her name is Lily Evans." Snape, who looked like a dead man, said abruptly.

Sherlock chose to make some concessions.

"Okay, Lily Evans. Since you miss her so much, you should meet first. After the meeting, we will talk about the rest."

Snape wiped the snot, tears and blood on his face with the sleeve of his robe, then stretched out a hand to Sherlock and said coldly.

"Give me my wand back."

"Don't even think about it." Sherlock stood up from the ground, "I won't give it back to you until we have settled the matter and reached a consensus."

"Then how do I go to see Lily?" Snape also sat up from the ground. He looked embarrassed now. Apart from his stinky face, he still looked like the former Dean of Slytherin.

After hearing that Sherlock was willing to help him meet Lily first, Snape's mood was not as extreme and violent as before, and he became willing to communicate.

Of course Sherlock knew that this was a compromising gesture he would only make when he didn't have a wand.

If he hadn't taken away Snape's wand at the beginning, Snape would have definitely run to Lily's door by now.

"I agree with you to see her, but then you have to listen to my arrangements." Sherlock stared at him, "Let's not think about the differences between us for now. According to the current situation, we are on the same rope. Grasshopper, so we have to figure out what we are bringing here."

Because it was Sherlock who brought it up first, he took out all his things first.

He took out the magic bag with the Traceless Stretch Charm and poured the contents onto the ground in front of Snape.

In addition to the two hundred wands, there was also a bottle of elixir given to him by Slughorn before, a fragment of the magic stone obtained from Nick Flamel, several bottles of pre-prepared sadness potion, and some other functions. of potions, a bag of gold galleons, and several magic books.

Watching Sherlock show him all his belongings, Snape remained silent and took out a bag that was obviously also enchanted with a traceless stretching charm.

He didn't pour it directly like Sherlock, but took out everything inside one by one, carefully.

Soon, countless potion bottles were placed in front of Snape.

His face was expressionless, but after being beaten so badly by Sherlock that his face was bruised and swollen, he could no longer put on that indifferent face.

"Do you want me to introduce you one by one?"

Sherlock looked at the colorful potions and waved his hand.

"No need to introduce it to me, you just need to tell me if there is any polyjuice potion you prepared in advance."

Snape looked up at him, and then took out a potion in a water bottle from the pile of potions.

"These are just put a piece of hair in them and you can use them."

"Then do you still remember where you are now?" Sherlock asked.

Snape squinted his eyes. He was not reminiscing, but reluctantly said the name of the place.

"There is a street in Cokeworth called Spider End Lane. I didn't leave there throughout the summer vacation in sixth grade. Lily should be there now."

"Okay." Sherlock stretched out a hand to Snape, "Let's go, our first stop here is to go to Cokeworth."

Snape didn't take advantage of Sherlock's kindness. He got up from the ground with a cold face.

"Cleaning spell."

Sherlock didn't care about it. He shrugged and pointed his wand at Snape. All the dirty things on his body suddenly disappeared and his whole person became brand new.

Because this time is a time that Sherlock has never experienced in his memory, they have no way to directly use apparation to reach their destination.

Snape might, but Sherlock certainly wouldn't let him get his hands on the wand.

But in the British wizarding world, in addition to Floo powder, Apparition and Portkeys, there is a fourth means of travel.

Sherlock stretched out his wand and held it straight out to the side, as if a Muggle was hailing a taxi.

Not long after, a purple three-story bus suddenly appeared on the endless wheat field path, driving towards Sherlock and the others without slowing down.